You know, this used to be a blog that nobody actually read and that was oddly satisfying as I toiled away in relative obscurity.  Now I see by my clever little Google Analytics that somebody is actually Googling “Who Is Sjanie McInnis” like I was Carmen San Diego.  Somebody told me once that I should keep Heavy Metta all business…all yoga, all the time, only the finest amateur yogic journalism, where you always get exactly what you pay for and then some.  I took that to heart until I realized that THIS is my business:  pottering around the house, growing things and cooking them, obsessively rewatching science fiction, dancing in my living room to DJ Neil Armstrong [who, whoa, got famous at some point, look at that!].   My yogic chops may be questionable [levitating is out of the question] but by God I sure am good at pottering around the house.  Consider Exhibits A through F, if it please the court.

A.  My first quinoa.  It will likely only yield a teaspoon of actual grains which I will forget to harvest but I was pleased to see that the stuff you buy at Choices is not irradiated, and the first sprouted crop was shorn by Evelyn before it reached puberty [that snouty little beast]

IT'S NOT BEER. For the last time.

B.  Saving a buncha money not buying probiotics since I started brewing my own kombucha.  This is of the lineage of Clara Roberts-Oss, who left me the “mother” in the fridge at Flow, and since I didn’t know what I was looking for I almost took somebody’s leftovers home by mistake.  I haven’t been counting batches but I think this is close to #10.

C.  I can’t claim any credit for this other than Photoshop:  This is the beauty shot of the outhouse M built for their family woodland plot.  Alls I did was stand on boards that needed to be ripcut with dull handsaws, and I finishing-nailed the side cedar lattice.  Oh, and I pulled the rowboat out to the dock and loaded the lumber into it.  I was very proud of myself.

Everybody asks about the moon, there it is

D.  I can’t claim any credit for this either except those are my hands.  I have always wanted a way to grow delicate herbs and baby lettuces indoors and M hooked a sister up with a big long tray of awesome:  here’s some red leaf and a bit of Asian mesclun hiding in the background.  Out of frame is some really

and it just keeps on comin'

appallingly abundant basil.  It may kill and eat us.

E.  This is not colour-manipulated in any way and has been just one of about a zillion strawberries we got out of our planter box.  Consider:  We have only the deck garden to work with and really anything we get more than one of is dubbed a “bumper crop”.  They go well in Greek yogurt w/honey, and I save a lot of benjamins not buying those steroidic California berries.

like a big juicy heart

F.  Random cherry tomatoes, another huge haul this summer.  Some of them even successfully came from seed, sprouted in the lettuce box, which I didn’t think we had the

I like the colours as they ripen

gardening chops for.

Other things that I’m stoked about:  harem pants, the NFL preseason, our exciting 2011 season of visiting Certified Anusara teachers [watch vanusara.wordpress.com for details] and some sweet blogs by my friends.  I hope we help remind each other to write about what we honestly love and keep ourselves smiling.

2 Comments »

August 12th, 2010 Sannie McInnis Says:

Oh wow! Your quinoa sprouted! Well, you come by your putteringness honestly, Sjanie, and you must someday get a non-balcony garden!

August 28th, 2010 einajs Says:

Thanks for being my most stalwart blog commenter, Mom I studied puttering with the master!!

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